Jared plans to hunt down the mobsters then reimburse Abigail. Together they face extortion, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder. Along the way, Jared steals Abigail’s heart, but she’d promised him a divorce after two years.

Will Jared walk away? Or can he work some Christmas magic and make their relationship real?

A stand-alone romance and Book One of the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy

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PG EXCERPT

Hooded and bound, Abigail sobbed in the
trunk of the car. When the engine roared to life, she tried to gauge the route
by the number of left and right turns but failed miserably. The longer she lay
there, the more her fears consumed her. Her stomach churned, but if she threw
up, she’d choke. Her mouth dried. She’d sell her soul for a sip of water. The
nylon rope around her wrists dug into her flesh. She felt stupid and weak for
letting them take her so easily.

The way the vehicle bumped and bounced
meant they’d gone off road. She prayed a stray rock would damage the car’s
underbelly and bring them to a halt, but they kept going. Every bump threw her
around like a leaf in a storm. Assuming she survived the next couple of days,
her body would be a mass of bruises.

The engine stopped, and she heard a car
door slam. She needed out of the trunk, but no one came for her. What if they abandon the car and leave me? I
don’t want to die trussed up in a car trunk. A fresh wave of fear washed
through her, along with a spike of adrenaline. Her body trembled, but time
slowed and her thoughts cleared. She needed to take things one step at a time.

Step one—get her arms free. She wriggled
around, hoping the rough ride had dislodged something she could use to cut the
rope. Bingo. Her fingers touched a metal box. Maybe it held tools or a knife.
She almost wept when she couldn’t open it. The hinge stuck out from the box, so
she twisted some more, running the rope against the hinge. Periodically, she
stopped and tensed her wrists in an attempt to pull the nylon strands apart.

She’d no idea how long she worked at her
bonds. It seemed like hours until the rope finally gave way. Relieved tears
filled her eyes. Rather than rub her wrists, she tugged off the hood and pulled
the gag from her mouth. She’d never been so thirsty. She’d give anything for a
cold beer right now.

Step
two—find the release mechanism the law said every car should have in the trunk.
She felt claustrophobic, so scared she could barely move, but she forced
herself to concentrate. There, in the corner, a glow-in-the-dark lever
beckoned. Wriggling like a maggot in a fisherman’s box, she kicked it for all
she was worth, and the trunk lid popped

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About Me

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.